Effing the ineffable in the cricket world

May 07, 2008

Schooled By The IPL (Planetary Walls And Chardonnay Nights Edition) --> May 5-6

Planet among stars…
Rahul Dravid (Bangalore Royal Challengers)

The
ancient Greeks used to consider the planets “wandering stars” (that’s what the
word 'planet' means in Greek), because their trajectory in the night sky was
never uniform and circular, like the normal stars. Planets ‘wander’ during the
night – they speed up and slow back down, they change trajectories, they end up
in different spots from where they started from – or at least they seem to from
our earthly perspective. It wasn’t until Kepler and Copernicus came along that
we learned that the planets’ motion is in fact uniform, only it goes along an
elliptical path, not a circular one, and it is centred around the sun, not the
Earth.

This came to my mind as I was watching Rahul
Dravid bat in the first innings of Monday’s match, against the Kings XI Punjab.
His team’s entire batting performance was defined by Dravid’s 66, with 9
wickets falling around him, 5 of them to ducks, and only one other player in the team getting to double figures. In my
pad, I made a note to maybe give Dravid a Star among stars… award later,
except that this kind of innings went beyond any typical starry highlight-reel
collection. It wasn’t the work of the brightest star in a league full of stars.
This was something different, it didn’t behave exactly as predicted, it was
like… a wandering star.

Dravid himself was the one wandering… he was
wandering through the crease, wandering through every playing moment trying to
find his niche in this strange new format. It’s becoming fascinating to watch
all the old-school textbook players trying to adapt to the new style of play,
and their attempts at survival have become one of the most engrossing
sub-plots of the season so far.

This phenomenon is obviously more pronounced in
a team like Bangalore, with its revolving
door crew of aging, Test-ready plodders, and the tension of the team's imbalance inhibits no one player
more clearly and transparently than Rahul Dravid.

Dravid has always seemed a player designed for a
struggle. Battling alone on an unforgiving pitch; trying to contain a rampant
opponent set on enforcing a follow-on; batting out the dying of the light on
the fifth day of a Test. (That’s what Walls are for… to keep things out; to protect against external challenges.) He may have soared higher stylistically and/or
aesthetically in other innings since, but that forgotten 180 in Kolkata in 2001
was probably the most memorable in my eyes (even though I didn't even get to see it at the time) -- complex, multi-layered, and
utterly cathartic for the man and his team. As a spectacle of human emotion, it was without par.

Which is something it’s starting to have in
common with Dravid’s recent campaign in the IPL. It may have been because it
was so late at night, or it might have been the generous glasses of bottom-shelf
Chardonnay I had drunk a little earlier in the evening, but Dravid’s innings
against Punjab was one of the most riveting knocks I must have seen in years. A good
old-fashioned battle in the middle, wickets tumbling without respite, and a trusty
old legend at one end, on full alert during every delivery, trying his hardest
to manufacture a few extra radians of space between the fielders with nothing but the unchanging
palette of orthodoxy.

In the end, you could see how important an innings like this was for Dravid. He’s not like Jacques Kallis, drifting along on
auto-pilot, just counting his cash and the days before he can go back to
collecting meaningless hundreds against Bangladesh in front of a few hundred punters
in the stands and some disinterested sunbathers on the hill. Dravid is not
struggling for a place… he’s fighting formeaning. What does it mean to
be a cricketer in this age? What does it mean to be an old-school player in a
game for the new, the young, and the unschooled? If you think this league is just a hit-and-giggles little carnival attraction for some petty cash, look at the way Dravid lashed out after getting out, banging the bat wildly against the ground on his way out of the field. Has he ever looked as disappointed about losing his wicket as he did after that one?

I hope Dravid continues in his wanders this season, and I hope it one day leads him to wander straight onto that perfect spot on the balance, where no one can question or doubt him, but simply regale. And then, just then... his work will be done.

2 Bullets to the head...

Now that Herschelle Gibbs has apparently been cleared from match-mixing in India, could he be about to get in a different kind of trouble with authorities? On a scale of one to Canseco, how "pumped" does Gibbs look at the moment? I'm not implying anything -- it could just be a steady diet and a grueling weights regimen in the off-season -- but he looks about ready to burst through that mustard-coloured Chargers jersey, Bruce Banner-style, any second now. Just saying...

Since Robin Uthappa has shaved racing stripes on to the side of his head, are we far away from the establishment of the first IPL gangsta generation? Will there be turf wars? And diss records? I'm positively giddy in anticipation.

Comments

Robin Uthappa had a mohawk when he landed in Australia earlier this year.. he meant business. .. Dravid needs one for the rest of the IPL tourney.. Too many critics jumping on India's best test batsman ever..

D.S. Henry - a cracker of a write, very moving. And as layered as Dravid. In addition to Sehwag, RD's the only other Indian player, i'm looking out for in the IPL. They earned it, yet they gotta keep earning it.

i am pained to see the 'effort' in his innings...right now all his energies seems to be spending at proving a point which can be really negative on him...only if he can free his mind from proving the worth syndrome...he will come as natural stroke maker at top...and that point in itself will be proved...naturally...

The thing is, if Dravid wasn't out proving a point, he wouldn't be Dravid. His whole career was built around proving some point or other -- that he wasn't the typical Indian batter, that he could bat away from home, that he wasn't too slow and stodgy to play one-cricket, etc. Yeah, sometimes he looks bad T-20, unbecoming... but that's part of the risk of following him as a fan. And it's what makes the victories so much sweeter in the end.

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